Demented New York athletes staggering round the block Deforned Chicanos pour in, Chicago's rolling stock Digital bathrooms drilling for furs Surgical stockings marked his and hers Guggenheim attitudes back to back With Jewish Baroque No way street No way street ♪ Happy to see you, have a nice day! ♪ Defecting Russian dancers dance into Hockney prints Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red From the land of blue rinse They boggle at menus in Olde English verse "Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst The hissing of omelets the breaking of legs Don't shoot till you see the whites of their eggs The pink fillet mignon looks black on the negs Strange apparatus You've never seen Strange apparatus, even stranger theme Street alligators Big Anglophile Will navigate us through a change of style I came, I saw, what manner of beast is this New York, you talk a little bit left of center A scream, a shout New York is throwing its weight about Walk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye The stranger the wood the straighter the arrow Dismembered hopeful My-Lai veterans queuing for sleaze "Sorry no dogs, no fags, no shriners, and no amputees" Sexual athlete applies for audition Willing to make it in any position Just one of the extras with blood on their faces In snow-white and the seven basket cases I'm happy and dopey and dirty in places ♪ No way street No way street
Lock up your daughters, Avon crawling! Devoted collectors of paraphernalia out walking the rock Battle and bitch for the ultimate kitsch Of a crucifix clock Two miniature Romans, running on rails Appear every hour and bang in the nails I've got to have it, Christ, I gotta be the first On our block Disturbing facts about Nazi splinter groups seen on the news They're picketing synagogues and claiming that Hitler was King of the Jews Caught in the tunnel an ambulance howls A men's room attendant is flapping his jowls Ssshh, Howard Johnson is moving his bowels Strange apparatus You've never seen Strange apparatus, even stranger theme Street alligators Big Anglophile Will navigate us through a change of style Strange apparatus You've never seen Strange apparatus, even stranger theme Walk straight, walk tall, spit the world right in the eye The stranger the wood, the straighter the arrow No way street No way street No way street...